IC: Skleros took another drag at her cigar and flicked the ashes. "I was interrupted on-duty by a guy just a bit bigger than you. And I can assure you that the Vykkers didn't manage to save him. He may as well have been a sloggie." Another drag. She reached for the telescopic baton clipped to her leg and flicked it out, staring at it thoughtfully.
"Y'see, he was preventing me from doing my job. I can't guard a sector efficiently with some moron trying to hit me up for my barrack number. So I quite literally hit on him. Several times. It's part of the reason I'm here - Transferred because I roughed up some of the lazier sligs in that brewery."
The baton was replaced onto it's clip and another breath of smoke was drawn from the ever-shrinking cigar. An expression akin to a smile crossed her features. "You look like you've seen some action yourself, mate. Certainly don't look like these green as grass rent-a-cops I see running around nowadays."
OOC: XD Is it safe to assume that Grace doesn't like Skell?
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So many things are only here to be hated No need for love when the world is sedated Beautiful to be the joker Cursed by an all-too human future The world burns with death as a lover It's systematic for the coming new order
I'm the politically incorrect one.
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